CHAPTER TWO
THE FATHER DEION
Deion, the paleopatËr’s father, was born in the recently oppressed land of Dauleis. That small region lay west of the Lake Midlands, the heartland of later Boeotia and central Greece. Its western hillocks and winding vales lay separate from both the High Kingdom of Kadmeis (a precursor to Thebes) and Orchomenos, whose western verge of fertile basin drains into Lake Kopais. Deion became an itinerant man-at-arms as soon as he’d achieved proficiency. He became expert at light skirmishing by tactics of swift maneuver and covert strategy in hilly woodland warfare. He resettled first near Phokis, where he proved his prowess to the High Matriarch there, Lebadia (from whom an important plain later took its name). Her realm, despite its autonomy, was then a loyal protectorate of the High Kingdom of Kadmeis. At any call to arms from that quarter, she enjoined Deion’s caste of men-at-arms to Kadmeis’. For her fidelity to their imperious warrior ilk she won spoils’ apportionments off the High King Labdakos’ gains from warfare.
His realm, however, can be defined by reference to certain complications that attended his accession to power.
Many small but successful farming communities composed Dauleis together with her near neighbors. They had no matron plantation tradition such as Mentör would have known by that idiom. They were easily protected by small force, or they were easily recomposed after a few stray trespassers might trammel them. Quickly passed rampages made for resilience in the Dauleian people, and created a proclivity in her young men toward a proficiency at some weapon of choice.
Despite that resilience, the hit-and-miss tradition of intermittent wars had to end. Deion’s home community became utterly defenseless against new settlers who arrived as whole migrant families under belligerent clan leaders. The nomadic ways of their amalgamated tribes were too often in pursuit of permanent conquest. Formidable waves of conquerors, the equestrian champion Minyans paramount over all, were driving the established indigenes out of the north central mainland of the Greek Peninsula, compelling those clan leaders to render their people subjugate to conquests for permanent territorial gains.
The first waves of incursion had enjoined the displaced to inhabitants of the Upper Midlands, pushing the settled Aeolidans out of their transitory settlements after an earlier vast dislocation from Plains Aeoleis of the Great Peneios River Basin. Once the new settlers arrived, moreover, the Midlands showed fatal weakness as a fragmented region of disunited matriarchates. For whatever features any of those small lands had not yet offered before, for permanent occupation by much earlier bullies, suited those newest trespassers of horse, cart, and highest equestrian caste very well.
They found the Midlands identical to their own stolen homelands in the far north and northeast of the Euxine Sea. What had served cattle well beforetimes served even better for horse pasture and the breeding of war steeds for chariots. The Aeolidans must bemoan a second displacement after a first by their earlier invaders, the main waves of Aeolians, who suddenly suffered very much the same plight of forced flight southward. Second time and first time displaced settlers became a newly amalgamated people, nonetheless, and by including in their refugee migrations the Oechalians, a people masterful as archers and sling-spearmen, they conquered north mainland territory inland of the Saronic Gulf and above the Isthmus of Ephyrëa.
After the Minyans had conquered Orchomenos and the Lake Midlands, the flux of newly constituent neighbors became the happy inhabitants of the Asopos River Valley. Initially they squatted amongst the meek and wholly unhappy subjects of a Meda, or High Matron, Aegina. It was deemed her ill fate that she had attained that status so young, as barely a nubile Maiden Heiress to her mother’s realm. Fortunate, therefore, that her very fertile land required a dense population to realize its best potential as a commonwealth agronomy. The interlopers contributed strong means to a restoration of whatever the native rustics had briefly forfeited to them perforce, as they shed their patriarchal and nomadic legacies in exchange for the prosperous and traditional coexistence beholden to, thus in fealty to, Aegina. That prosperity accomplished, the great potential of the land released, word passed northward about what they’d found in Aegina’s and other southern matriarchal regimes. That word included how very vulnerable were the native inhabitants. The Aeolian race flooded into the Low Midlands, pushing their own kindred Aeolidans down upon the Isthmus that divides the Greek Peninsula.
The enormous influx of conquerors also smothered Dauleis with “Horse-tamers.” Doughty men-at-arms such as Deion must soon have sensed the futility of holding any sustained muster against intruders of elite equestrian caste. The Dauleians had to suffer droves of squatters, and make do with a new existence as a native ethnic minority. Hardly alone in such vulnerable circumstances, Deion left his homeland in order to find himself a new land and a more promising liege sovereign.
He was typical of his caste in that quest for a powerful patron such as Labdakos. The days of stalwart martial champions under the landed governesses were fading away. His own caste had usually joined communally with the manorial plantation societies, with the status of occasional armed retainers. The sovereign champion for the women of the manorial societies was usually a co-regent, her “Consort Home Protector”—sometimes an uncle, oftentimes a father, most often a husband and the sire of a landed governess’s several offspring. Such men were barely higher in rank and status than the ilk into which Deion was born. Each lowly master-at-arms spent his life in wait for whatever combat he, a steadfast minion, must perform as champion of some exalted maiden. Leisure, preparedness at arms, and the perpetual restlessness from keeping quiet a violent nature, attended the aspiring champion-at-arms until the next summons into battle.
Mentör then expounds:
Deion was atypical in that he showed an early ability to invent combat tactics particular to whatever special warfare came to hand. He was also distinctive in eschewing the hauteur and dullard’s lack of curiosity that so typifies the armed retainer. To his enduring good fortune, he never was too overly beholden to his sovereign liege’s genius-at-arms. Instead, and here all my sources remark upon him with emphasis, Deion was independent-minded, to the ultimate benefit of both his High Matron Lebadia and her assertive patron overlord, the High King Labdakos. He was highly respected for his self-initiative. And he was capable of great generosity to the meek and defenseless dependents of his lieges. In all this he was helped by a handsome physique, a certain braggart gallantry, and a pleasant disposition toward his fellow man.
Somehow he sparked special recognition from his fellow masters-at-arms. Upon the ferocious advent of the Minyans, who were driving the Plains Aeolians down upon the Oechalians and kindred Aeolidans, Deion made a broad recruitment from the entire scramble. Rallying his distressed peers of caste and ilk, he had them retreat south as an elite force, abiding there briefly in the hope of finding that perfect sovereign liege who could retain their band as a true standing army. He intended to lead each young man he recruited to champion ranking while they progressed together through their inspirited youth.
Deion’s elite force acquitted itself with excellence for Lebadia, who was suffering the backlash of the newly oppressed and displaced Aeolians. Next he exceeded himself for Labdakos. Several fierce campaigns against the rampaging Minyans, drawn down by an alliance with barely subdued Orchomenoi directly against Force Labdakos, convinced the High King of Deion’s genius as a martial-at-arms while only a yeoman war leader.
While Labdakos tangled with the Minyan subjugated Orchomenoi, Deion took the bigger fight by leaps and dodges across country, his maneuvers ever northward of the Lake Midlands. He centered his first campaign along the alpine ridge of Mount Orthys, a small mountain range between the Upper Midlands and the Great Peneios River Basin. Gaining an overlook of the latter by the passes from the south into its lowlands, he carried his force across ideal chariot warfare terrain. Having hurdled unhorsed border provocateurs out of Haemonia, a small kingdom below the skirts of Mount Pelion, he invaded where the real enemy resided—the newly conquered territory of loosely settled Plains Minyans. His engagements there led to a temporary repulse of their entire invading force. Then, reversing his assaults, he rubbed out the most recent braggart conquerors of the Upper Midlands.
Still, a single genius at his kind of light-armed tactics couldn’t do all that a warfare of repulse required. An onrush of dashing charioteers trampled the gently sloped lowland below the Sperchios River. Their maneuvers culminated in a late campaign’s feint, as though to surround Labdakos’ rear guard. His supposed support of Deion, at his far vanguard in the north, failed because the High King withdrew to...